Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 257
In Laorengou, a lonely rickety figure dragged along the dirt road at the entrance of the village for a long time, with an old yellow dog wagging its tail beside it.

"Old Zhai, didn't I let you go?"

Wang Zhen cried out in surprise.

A smile bloomed on the old bark-like face of the bamboo peak: "Ge Ren's life is on this land. Others can leave, how can the old man leave? It's not like you don't know that the old man is also called Shouzhai If there are people, the village must be there."

In every place, it is inevitable that there will be one or two people who are as stubborn as bamboo peaks, stubborn and respectable.

"When the Xuanwei Envoy came here, he solved the disaster in Yelang County. Yelang Liao only needs to show his difficulties."

Wang Zhen's voice was full of joy.

If it's really happy, why did Meijiang keep more than two hundred people?
Fan Zheng glanced at Wang Zhen lightly: "My official has already reported to the Ming court. From now on, Liaoren will be renamed Liaoren, and the radical will be replaced by Renbu."

Needless to say, the word "Liao" is originally a slur, and it would be much more comfortable to change it to "Liao".

Zhufeng leaned down slowly, ignoring the dirt on the ground: "Yelang Liao thanked God! Zhufeng led Yelang Liao's incompetence, which led to rebellious things. I would like to go to Beijing on the sill car, and the punishment will be declared. I only ask for a consolation envoy." Spare the ignorant Yelang Liao."

The old dog whimpered twice, and lay down beside Zhufeng.

Wang Zhen stepped forward and slowly fell down: "As the leader of Yelang Liao and the initiator of the incident, Wang Zhen is willing to kill him at the neck to atone for his crime."

One by one, avoid the important and take the light, did not enter the officialdom, the Cuju method is so silky?
With a smile on her lips, Sun Jiu glanced at her county man.

Fan Zheng stroked the short beard on his chin: "In this case, Fubing, put them on the flagpole of Hanglaorengou."

Nearly a hundred Liao people were ready to move, but Fan Zheng didn't care, but Wang Zhen shouted loudly: "Ge Ren listens to the order! From now on, the life and death of Wang Zhen and the old man in Zhufeng Village will be in the hands of the Xuanwei envoy. No one can do it!"

"If anyone violates the law, his name will be removed from the Bamboo King, and he will never be included in the Ge people's genealogy!"

Yelangliao does not have its own written language, and uses Chinese characters for all records, as does the genealogy.

In terms of spoken language, he is good at Han, Miao, and Yao languages, and only a small number of people of this family can speak spoken language.

Bamboo King is the god (ancestor) they believed in.

The government soldiers hoisted Zhufeng and Wangzhen to the flagpole like wolves and tigers, looking somewhat bleak.

Yelang Liao looked angry, but he didn't dare to say more.

The afterglow of the setting sun dragged the figures of the two people on the pole long.

A trace of astonishment flashed in the eyes of Wang Zhen and Zhu Feng.

The situation is different from the expected situation, why are you still hanging the flagpole?

To kill at the neck is to give the comforter a step down. Do you take it seriously?

If you confess your sins, let's just suffer it yourself, so it's like hanging on a swing?
The night wind in Laorengou is so cool!
The sky gradually darkened, insects chirped one after another, fireflies fluttered, and the flickering light shone on the bumpy road.

Three black shadows came from the dark, and with their weak eyesight, they drew the bowstring, and the arrows shot out like shooting stars, hitting Zhufeng and Wangzhen on the flagpole.

"Successful?"

Said in a deep voice.

"No, that's not right, even if the person hit by the arrow doesn't howl miserably, there will be a muffled groan."

The fire exploded, illuminating the faces of the three people clearly.

Wangzhen's iron tower-like body appeared next to the fire: "Shanmu, it's actually you. What good will it do you to drag the whole Yelangliao into destruction?"

The dangling figure on the flagpole is nothing more than a scarecrow.

Shan Mu quickly shot an arrow, with a ferocious face: "The new Buddha is born, and the old Buddha passed away. If I make meritorious service, I will be a Bodhisattva under the new Buddha's seat!"

There are heartless people everywhere, even if they know that there is no way back, it does not prevent Shan Mu from giving it a go.

A cold arrow flew over and nailed Shanmu's elbow. Shanmu screamed, the bow fell to the ground, the arrows flew wildly, turned around, and the arrow shot at the foot of his companion.

Fan Zheng didn't even know that Lei Jiu's arrow skills were so powerful, no wonder they were not allowed to touch swords and bows in Chang'an.

The government soldiers rushed forward and tied up Shanmu and the others.

Even so, the two You Yi of the Fubing still explored for a few miles.

The matter in Yelang County conflicts with the appeals of all parties, and Shan Mu must have fanned the flames.

Shan Mu's accomplices are Sihu Zuo from Yelang County, and the Dharma King sent from Henan Province by the sect.

Without a ghost, how can someone easily instigate her?
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Carriage, shackles, and three prisoners with excited faces, as if they were enjoying themselves.

Matters of life and death may be useful to ordinary people, but they are really of little use to radical Maitreya believers.

After eating the breakfast from Sun Jiuduan, Fan Zheng ate it comfortably and took a sip of white tea.

The white tea in Yelang County is said to be related to Yin Zhen, a disciple of Xu Shen in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Yelang County at that time was called Wulian County.

Inspecting the fields in Laorengou, I found that although rice is grown, it is almost dependent on the sky for food. It is obvious that the mountain stream is next to it, and it is hard to know how to repair water conservancy.

Of course, it has something to do with Yelang Liao's failure to learn the skills of ditches, and it's also something to do with Sihu Zuowei's teaching... right?

On the car, Sihu Zuo sneered: "No professor? You ask them, do you have the face to say that?"

Fan Zheng glanced at Zhufeng and Wangzhen who looked embarrassed, and couldn't help but gasped.

"Why not dig ditches?"

Fan Zheng was furious.

Zhufeng replied embarrassingly: "Yelang is mountainous and the soil is thin. Even if you can make your own tools, it will take decades of hard work. I can't afford to delay!"

Sun Jiu said coldly: "It's all an excuse to be lazy. What's the matter, can't you dig a ditch to get through half of the bamboo grooves at the bamboo joints, and can't you build it to divert water?"

One word awakened the dreamer, and the voice of "Oh Huo" came out everywhere.

Yes, Yelang is not short of bamboo. Fang bamboo is unique to the Southwest, and it is slowly spreading to other places.

Digging ditches on the ground is tiring, but isn't it also tiring to build bamboo troughs to divert water?
In the final analysis, human inertia is difficult to eradicate.

The reason why there are few people in Zhenzhou is that Yelangliao mostly live in low-lying places, and there are few stockades on the mountains.

That's it, you haven't been asked to build terraced fields yet.

Terraced fields, framed fields, polder fields, and silted fields can make you complain endlessly.

This is also the Tang Dynasty. The center of gravity of the farmland is in the north. If you change the dynasty, don’t you cry?
The terraced fields existed in the Qin and Han Dynasties. The earliest relic is the Ziquejie Terraced Fields in Shaozhou, but it was not officially promoted until the Song Dynasty.

Of course, you have to calculate the environmental protection these days, tigers, leopards, wild boars, and jackals are everywhere.

"Zhu Feng, as the old man of the village, failed to stop the incident from happening, so he can be whipped thirty times." Fan Zheng commanded. "Wang Zhen, as a horse head, provoked a fight with the government. Although the circumstances are justifiable, the guilt cannot be escaped. With a hundred sticks, he was escorted to Chang'an by a car."

Yelang Liao was convinced by this one-handed operation.

Wang Zhen entered Chang'an, judging from Fan Zheng's current performance, there should be no fear of his life.

The old and decaying bamboo peak has received thirty canes, and it looks light and light, as if nothing has happened.

Ginger is still old and hot, and has been played.

　Low-grade fever, cough.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)